Author Tiro Sebina

Trapped in a tangle like laboratory specimen for curious souls like a bird whose wings have been clipped trapped like prisoner that the law forget behind bars trapped like documents stuffed in a l...

They say the oldest fragrance can be tasted by the tongue and be touched by the heart for it smells solid like wood like pebbles Some say it flows like water some say it has tentacles A f...

Every sunny day long shadows tail us shadows that cast long replicas shadows assuming all kinds of shapes shadows shaped like knives on our backs shadows that look like snakes shadows everyw...

Gaborone Sun knocks you out and confuses your south bound ostrich ride as the mosque looms on the right and university on the left reminding you of what could have been The way to go is no...

Drums must speak to our heartbeat in this journey of a thousand gorges, gullies and gulches Drums must rumble and arrest mutant pandemics that steal our breath Our task is to...

This month has a large mouth this month throws its voice A month that shouts back at all months gone past This is a month of colours pink, red, blue orange, green and purple A month of man...

It does happen that someone falls into a ditch someone bellows to a world that does not bother to listen We are all in this pit Who will pull us out? Yes, you heard me as I whis...

In this village of loneliness we ask ourselves pointless questions we query the wind as it mocks our languid gestures our half-hearted efforts at building for those who surely will ...

Long drawn arguments that run into the night the wear and tear of nerves verdicts of history long walks up the hills bickering voices raised and lowered disbelieving heads shaken in dis...

Inside a dream is the propensity to cancel itself out There is a device that splits the dream between yesterday and tomorrow The dream is in the past but its about the future assuaged i...